My Words

Hope

We miss you more, not less,
As time rolls by
And while you fly
The vastness of heaven,
Weaving iridescent colours
Amongst grey skies,
Our view remains clouded;
Veiled by the very grace
That keeps you safe.
While you weave
Your glory picture,
We pick up the threads
Of life without you,
We’ve learned to cope,
To trust in hope.

(c) wordz2Go 13th Jun 2018

Hebrews 11:1

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”